My little junior sister’s breasts are fierce and super strong

Jiang Qingyu bit her lip, and suddenly there was a rush of footsteps at the door. She looked at the person who came, it was a disciple of Wanjian Sect.

A strong smell of blood came to the nostrils.

Suddenly, I felt an ominous premonition in my heart.

"Jiang, Senior Sister Jiang, it's not good! Something happened at the school, and some elders are looking for you!!"

The disciple who arrived was wearing a light purple uniform dotted with red plum blossoms. He was panting and holding his waist to tell the news.

It only took him half a cup of tea to get from the school grounds to the guest house in Qingling Valley, which made him, an outer disciple, almost die from exhaustion on his sword!
Finally regaining his breath, he straightened up and looked towards the inner courtyard, saying, "Hurry up and take a look!"

However, there was no one else in the courtyard, not even a hair.

The disciples were shocked!

Could it be that wind just now! ?
Jiang Qingyu ran all the way, and Jinglan almost missed sparks.

She knew it was not that simple!
The older generation said that if a child is quiet, he must be acting like a monster!

Sure enough, you should listen to your elders more! ! !
She just cut the journey to half a cup of tea in half, and before she had time to tie up her hair, her face was covered with a mess, like a chicken coop.

Jiang Qingyu stopped a hundred meters away from the school ground, his pupils shrinking suddenly.

This is not a school field, it is clearly a Rakshasa field!
The disciples from different sects either had ferocious faces or expressionless faces. They were lifeless and lying in a pool of blood with no eyes open. The bright red blood gathered under the corpses to form "rivers".

Spiritual weapons and talismans were scattered all over the floor, and the most numerous were beautiful swords of various styles and colors.

There are also a few spiritual beasts who protect their comrades and companions until death.

In their eyes, they have a strong physique and strong flesh, and are naturally more resistant than the monks of the fragile bones.

So they had no hesitation and stood in front of the sword when it fell, using their bodies to hold up a sky for their friends.

Eyes full of red,

Dazzling red,

Fishy red.

The red stimulated Jiang Qingyu's nerves, causing her heart to throb.

Cheeks, itchy.

She wiped her face, it was wet and hot.

It's tears.

She walked through the pool of blood, carefully avoiding the people on the ground.

Her vision gradually became clearer as she moved forward, and she looked forward. A familiar person was holding a folding fan and looking at her with a clear smile.

Tsing Yi orchid, Tsing Yi orchid, Tsing Yi orchid...

A clear and distant greeting came to my ears: "Girl, would you like a bowl of highland barley noodles?"

Ha ha ha ha...

Is it windy?
After a flash of silver light, Jiang Qingyu's hand landed on Mo, no, Li Xun's neck.

Jiang Qing's eyes were filled with coldness, and his murderous intent was clearly revealed. His voice sounded like ten thousand years of ice, "What, you don't want to pretend anymore?"

Li Hyun tilted his head, showed a smile, and advanced instead of retreating, pushing his neck closer to the sword blade.

The sharp and gleaming sword blade sank into the skin, but there was no blood.

Jiang Qingyu laughed bitterly again, and used a strong force on his wrist, directly penetrating the fragile neck.

The head fell to the ground and rolled twice on the ground. The blade of Jinglan's sword was still clean.

Jiang Qing Yu flew towards the battlefield ahead without looking back. Only one sentence came from the remaining wind: "Yes, how could the puppet bleed..."

In the center of the school grounds, a man with disheveled hair, a face covered with magic marks, and a charming face was being besieged, with endless excitement on his face.

The black clothes on his body were soaked with blood, and the blood that could not be absorbed by the clothes flowed to the ground like a blood line along the hem of the clothes, drawing strange pictures and text on the bluestone floor.

He holds a crescent moon sword in his hand, like a death scythe, harvesting the dead souls on the battlefield as if the god of death is coming.

He is one of the demon generals who kills demons.

A demon-slayer with the power to fight against the gods of war.

The five elders of Qingxiao Sect and a dozen elders from other sects fought hard together. Although they were not injured, they could only temporarily trap him.The gap between demons and humans is too big. Their damage to the killing god is only a drop in the bucket. The killing demon can even take away a disciple with ease.

Outside the school grounds, in the sect's main hall, under a barrier, the smell of blood spreads——

"Senior sister, his injury is too serious, come and help!"

Zhou Shuning waved her hand and put away the silver needle, turned around and walked towards the other injured patient, "Use the blood-coagulating pill, bone-setting pill, myogenic pill and hemostatic medicine together!"

She quickly sat down cross-legged and worked with another medical practitioner to inject life into him. The green spiritual power was injected along the bleeding forearm of the injured person.

Moving his eyes downward, he saw a bloody thorn, a knife mark half an arm's width and a fingernail's depth deep into the six palaces, from the collarbone to the lower ribs, the flesh and blood were everted, deeply exposed.

There are many injuries similar to this.

From time to time, disciples would shuttle between the battlefield and the main hall, taking risks to bring back the wounded who still had vital signs.

Every time they go out it's an adventure.

Master Su Ling is like the magic needle that calms the sea, orderly directing his disciples to carry out treatment. Severe injuries are given priority, moderate emergencies are postponed, and minor injuries are given by others.

Guan Lingying's sword was dripping with blood, and there was a blood stain on her porcelain-white cheek. The blood had scabbed over and fell down before it could be dealt with.

"Except for the disciples at the foot of the mountain, almost no one in the outer field was spared."

After a while, Tang Li from the Beast Control Sect rushed in from the other side of the hall, speaking quickly, "The mountain protection formation has been destroyed, and the evil cultivators at the foot of the mountain are about to rush in!"

"And to the north, there are not only evil cultivators, but also half-demon inside..." Ji Yan, who was dressed in red robe, the blood on his hands looked redder than his clothes.

Besieged on all sides, ambushed on all sides.

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In the town at the foot of the mountain, the Wanjian Sect was full of blood, and it was already a serious disaster!

Evil cultivators emerged from alleys in the city, and there were also half-demon disguised as ordinary animals!

Demons are dancing wildly, and evil spirits are raging.

Pedestrians on the street were immediately frightened and fled in all directions, closing their doors to avoid disaster.

On the street, fruits, vegetables, gold, silver and jade ornaments were scattered all over the floor.

There are still money bags on the vendors that I didn't have time to take away when I ran for my life. Some are valuable but some are not, and all of them can't compare with their names.

The evil cultivators were grinning ferociously, and the half-demon following behind them would show such frightened expressions when they saw the humans who were shouting, killing, and scorning them. Being enslaved, they felt unreasonably happy in their hearts!
But they only intimidated, not massacred.

Because of this trip, they have only one purpose, and that is - to attack Wanjian Sect!

Drunken House.

The scene of chaos in the city made the shopkeeper react quickly and activate the formation to calm the people.

"Everyone! Don't panic. Our Zuixian Tower's defenses are all purchased from the Xizhou Song Family and are indestructible. Please be patient and don't mess up your position!"

The shopkeeper held a cup as a loudspeaker and stood on the counter shouting. Fortunately, he successfully calmed the diners and tourists.

Tao Tao and Lou Tingyu lay on the window and looked down. A group of well-organized evil cultivators were heading towards Wanjian Sect.

At this time, Tao Tao's sound transmission jade suddenly lit up, and the sound transmission from the elders on the island came from inside: "The Wanjian Sect's sect-protecting formation has been destroyed, the killing demon has appeared, evil cultivators and half-demon jointly invaded, quickly go to other places The sect is asking for help!"

The two looked at each other and disappeared.

The window was still swinging left and right. The waiter on the side was rubbing his eyes with the complimentary tea, pointing at the window in horror, his voice almost broken, "Ah!!! Shopkeeper! Two people jumped out of the window to challenge evil cultivators. !!!”

The shopkeeper rushed over and leaned against the window. He saw the backs of the two strong figures, closed the window with a bang, and said with an expression that was used to big scenes: "Oh, it's okay, they went to save the world."

Xiao Er: ...

"Shopkeeper, please don't shake your legs."

The shopkeeper roared: "Why don't you shake me? Go and comfort the customers. Don't let them learn to run out to deliver food!!!"

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